And on the eighth day, God looked down on his plan for the family and said, “I need to shake things up.”

So God made a toddler.

God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, cry for milk, run around the house all day, cry for milk again, not eat their supper and then lay in bed past midnight asking for a glass of water.”

So God made a toddler.

“I need somebody with arms strong enough to climb over the baby gate yet gentle enough to cuddle on the couch on a rainy day. Somebody to make messes, jump on couches, always be hungry, have to wait until Mommy is done feeding the baby and tell their Mommy that she is ‘bootiful’—and mean it.”

So God made a toddler.

“I need somebody who will drive Mom so crazy that she counts down the hours until bedtime, only to find herself sneaking into their rooms after they’ve gone to sleep, just to watch them breathe because she misses them so much.”

So God made a toddler.

God Said, “I need somebody willing to stay up all night crying and throwing up. Just to throw up all the next day. Then wipe their eyes and say, “I just want to cuddle, Mommy.” I need somebody who can play hide-and-go-seek, scream at the top of their lungs, who can make a car out of a cardboard box, pretend to be a princess and give the best hugs. And who, every day, will fight with everything in them to not take a nap, only to fall asleep in their high chair at the dinner table covered in spaghetti.”

So God made a toddler.

God had to have somebody willing to have an attitude that requires time-outs and yells “No!” all the time, yet sweet enough to make you melt the moment they fall into your arms, who will stop in the middle of play time just to tell you they love you. It had to be somebody who’d sneak candy and always try to sweet talk for more. Somebody to cry, laugh, scream, cry and giggle and roll around on the floor all in one day and who would run into your arms when they see you coming a mile away.

Somebody who’d bring a family together with their chubby cheeks and dimpled hands, who would laugh and then cuddle, with those precious, sparkling eyes, saying they want to be your best friend forever.

So God made a toddler.

Originally published on From Blacktop to Dirt Road

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Lauren Eberspacher

I'm Lauren and I'm a work-in-progress farmer's wife, coffee addict, follower of Jesus and a recovering perfectionist. When I don't have my three kids attached at my hip, you can find me bringing meals into the fields, dancing in my kitchen, making our house a home, and chatting over a piece of pie with my girl friends. I'm doing my best to live my life intentionally seeking all that God has for me and my family. Follow me at: From Blacktop to Dirt Road on Facebook laurenspach on Instagram